Chapter 5
Harry walked into Sirius' hospital room. The animagus was asleep. Harry sat himself down in the chair by the bed to wait for him to wake up. While he was waiting a nurse came in.
"You're the kid who brought him in?" She asked, gesturing to Sirius.
"Yeah," Harry said. "He's my godfather."
"What happened?" The nurse asked. "I've never seen anything like that on a person. There was no damage to the surrounding skin. It was like it just disappeared."
"I don't know," Harry shrugged. "We were just walking down the street and I turned around and he was clutching his side and," Harry paused to try to sell the fact that he didn't know what had happened. "And there was so much blood. Will he be ok?" Despite Harry knowing that Sirius had splinched himself, his concern and worry was genuine.
The nurse looked at the clipboard on the end of Sirius' bed before answering Harry.
"He should be fine," She said. "He'll be down for a little while, but he'll be fine with time."
"When do you think that he'll wake up?"
"I'd say it will be within a few hours," she said. "I've got to go check on another patient. Just push that button if you need me. You're welcome walk around while you're here."
"Thanks," Harry said as she walked out of the room.
Harry tried to sit still in the chair and wait for Sirius to wake up. He really did. But the feeling of anticipation just wouldn't go away. After only about thirty minutes, he jumped out of the chair and with one last look at Sirius, he went to open the door. As soon as he touched the door handle, a strong jolt of static electricity shocked him. He pulled his hand back with a small hiss and continued out of the room.
He had two things on his mind when he noticed the rain. The first was a debate about whether to go to the cafeteria for lunch or the little shop first. The other was trying to identify why he felt so apprehensive. He was walking by a window when it started raining despite the fact that there didn't seem to be any clouds anywhere around the hospital.
He stared out of the window at the rain while he continued to walk, trying to think of what the rain could mean. The answer was on the tip of his tongue and he knew that somewhere inside of the memories he was receiving, he had the answer. He was so distracted with the rain, he didn't even notice where he was going until he slammed into someone who was also walking through the hallway knocking them both down.
"Sorry," the person that he slammed into said, jumping up within a few seconds and offering his hand to help Harry up.
"No, it was my fault," Harry said. When he grasped the offered hand and looked at the man that it belonged to, he realized that the person he slammed into was the man with the sticky uppy hair he had given directions to earlier in the morning. "Are you feeling better?"
"Feeling better?" the man asked before looking down at his dressing gown as if he had just remembered that he was in a hospital as a patient. "Oh. Oh! Yes! Just wanted to take a look around. I was thinking about taking a walk out on a balcony if I could find one, but, well, the rain kind of ruined that plan, didn't it?"
"Yeah," Harry agreed. "There's something off about it. There's a little shop inside. It should be open by now if you're still looking for somewhere to go."
"Oh!" The man smiled. "I like a little shop! I'll have to go look at it."
"I was about to head there. It was closed earlier but," Harry's attention was once again taken by the rain outside. "H2O Scoop," Harry said under his breath, the words finally coming to him from a memory that wasn't his even a year ago.
"What?" the man said before he saw what Harry was looking at. "Oh. Sorry, I've got to go." The man took off in the opposite direction that Harry was going before he ran into him.
With one last look at the rain which was falling upwards, Harry ran in the same direction that the man had went with the intention of checking on Sirius. Before he was able to reach Sirius' room he was thrown to the floor. The building rocked multiple times and came to a stop. When Harry looked back up, it was darker than it had been before. He ran to the window and saw that he was no longer on the earth. He thought for a second that he might be reliving another memory but threw the thought away because he had never been aware that the memories weren't reality during them.
Harry sprinted to Sirius' room only to find…
"How could he have slept through that?" Harry exclaimed. "Sirius," Harry shook his godfather's shoulder. "Sirius! You've got t get up."
Harry's attempts of waking Sirius up were useless. Sirius wouldn't awaken until his magic had healed all of the damage that it could.
Harry groaned and after seeing that Sirius wasn't going anywhere, ran out of the room to look for anyone who knew anything about the situation. He was running down a hallway when he saw a young medical student trying to calm people down in the situation.
"Everyone needs to get back to bed," She was saying. "We're going to get this emergency sorted out. There's not need to worry."
Seeing no one else attempting to work with the situation, Harry followed her into a room.
Her and another woman were standing at a window discussing how they were still breathing.
"Maybe it's a force field," Harry's voice caused the two women to turn and look at him. "Keeping all of the air in that's already inside of it."
After he said that, the curtain that divided the room was thrown open and the man with the sticky uppy hair walked out.
"That's a very good point!" he said, bouncing up to them. "Both of you. Brilliant! Wonderful running into you again." He looked at Harry. "Glad to see that you're alright after that. I don't think that I got your name."
"Harry Potter," Harry said.
"And you are?" He turned to face the woman that Harry had followed into the room.
"Martha," she said.
"Jones, wasn't it?" At the woman's nod he continued on. "So, do either of you fancy testing Harry's force field theory about why we're still breathing?"
"We can't be breathing," the other woman said.
"But we are," Harry looked at her. "So, there's got to be a reason for it."
"Good," The man said. "I like the way that you think. Now, is there somewhere where we can go outside around here?"
"There's a balcony," Martha said.
"Oh brilliant!" The man clasped his hands together before looking at Harry. "It looks like I'll get to have my walk on the balcony after all! Come on you two!" He then looked at the other woman who was still sobbing. "Not her, she'll slow us down."
The three people ran through the hallway before they stopped right outside the doors of the balcony. The sky was still as dark as it had been when they looked out of the window.
"Let's hope that whatever's keeping the air in is around the hospital like a bubble and not like shrink wrap," Harry said.
"What?" Martha asked.
"We might die if it doesn't extend out around the building," the man said.
"Oh," Martha understood.
"I think it's best if I go first," the man said but before he was finished saying it, Harry had already pushed open the door.
Harry stepped outside and took in a deep breath. Air filled his chest. Seeing that he wasn't going to die right then, he took the opportunity to look around. The stars were more visible there than they were on Earth. Even the telescopes Harry used in astronomy couldn't give him a view like the one from the hospital balcony.
"Wow," he said as the other two stepped outside. He heard one of them take in a deep breath, but didn't turn to look at them. He was too preoccupied looking at the stars.
"I was just trying to break up a family argument," Martha said. "It's my brother's twenty first birthday and my parents aren't getting along but they're both going to be worried. Maybe they'll agree on something."
"You ok?" the man asked her.
"Yeah," Martha said.
"Are you, Harry?" The man asked.
Harry nodded. "It's beautiful out here," He said.
"So many people want to go to the moon," Martha said. "They train for years. Any we just end up here! It's got to be extraterrestrial."
Martha went on to explain how she lost family in the Battle of Canary Wharf. The man said something back to her but Harry was too preoccupied looking at the stars too pay much attention to the conversation until he heard his name.
"Harry, Mr. Smith, I promise you that we'll find a way out of this," It was obvious that Martha was more scared than Harry and the other man were, but Harry appreciated that she managed to stay professional.
"Smith isn't my real name," the man said.
"I didn't even know that Smith was your fake name," Harry said with a shrug, not caring too much about a person's name when he had just been unwillingly taken to the moon.
"Then who are you?" Martha didn't share Harry's nonchalance about the man's name.
"The Doctor," the man said.
"Dr. Smith?" Martha asked.
"No just-"
before the man could finish his sentence, Harry picked up a rock off of the ground and threw it as hard as he could away from the building. It bounced off of a force field.
"-The Doctor," The newly named Doctor said. "Well, that confirms your theory, doesn't it, Harry?"
"This is all the air that we have," Martha said.
"How many people are here?" Harry asked Marth.
"About a thousand," Martha sounded uncertain.
"One thousand people suffocating from lack of fresh air," The Doctor said.
"What's the purpose?" Harry asked.
"Who would do that?" Martha asked in disgust at the same time.
Their words were almost lost when three ships docked down on the moon.
"You two can ask them if you want to," the Doctor said with a nod towards the ships.
The occupants of the ships filed out in uniform lines as the doors to the ships opened.
"My god," Martha said. "Those are, those are,-"
"Judoon," the Doctor finished her sentence for her. "But what are they doing here?"
"We could go find out," Harry suggested.
Martha turned to Harry. "Where are your parents at?" She asked as if she hadn't noticed before that a young teenage boy was wandering a hospital alone without parental supervision in the middle of an alien abduction. "I'm sure that they're worried about you." It was obvious to Harry that she didn't want a random kid that she just met to get hurt.
"They're not here," Harry said with a pause. "I live with my godfather. He's recovering from an injury. He'll only be annoyed with me running after trouble after he wakes up."
"You can come with me," the Doctor said. Harry could see in the man's eyes that he understood the meaning of his words. Harry was thankful that he didn't apologize, he just headed to the doors to go back into the hospital.
"Hold up a second, mister," Martha said. "I'm coming too."
The three people headed through the halls of the hospital. People were running around and yelling. The three of them had to push through it. They didn't have time to deal with people in their way.
"So," Martha said as they ran. "People just call you the Doctor?"
"Most people do," the Doctor said.
"You don't have another name that you go by?" she asked again.
"Nope," the Doctor popped the p.
"Where are the Judoon from?" Harry asked, stopping Martha in her line of questioning.
"Where they're from isn't as important as who they were sent by and who they're sent by isn't as important as what they're sent for" The Doctor answered without answering.
The three of them came out of one of the hallways to a section that overlooked the reception area. They ducked down to avoid being seen.
In the reception area below, the Judoon were filing into the hospital. One man wearing a lab coat walked up to them with false bravado as the rest of the room either cowered or screamed in fear. The man's introduction turned to a plea for his life when one Judoon pushed him against the wall and shined a light in his face.
"Language assimilated, Earth English. You will be catalogued," The Judoon once again shined a light on the man's face before declaring him human.
"Oh!" the Doctor said. "There's the little shop you told me about!"
"Yeah," Harry agreed. "I never did get to go."
"Maybe you'll make it there after this is over," The Doctor said.
"I hope so," Harry agreed. "That and some place to get food."
"Could you two focus?" Marth snapped their attention back to the people being catalogued on the floor below.
"Right," The Doctor said.
"What are they doing here?" Harry asked.
"The Judoon are intergalactic police for hire, so I'd assume that they're looking for someone," The Doctor explained. "They brought us to the moon because they aren't allowed on Earth under galactic law. The moon's neutral territory though and judging by the fact that they're cataloguing people, I'd guess that the person they're looking for isn't human. Which isn't good news for me."
Harry's blood seemed to freeze in his veins when he heard that. He was almost positive that he wouldn't register as human on any scans. Heck, Sirius might not even register as completely human just because he was a wizard. He was so preoccupied worrying about himself and his godfather that it took him a moment to register what the Doctor said.
"You're not human?" Harry almost said the word "either" at the end of his question but stopped himself just in time.
"Really?" Martha asked.
"Come on, you two," The Doctor took off down the hallway, expecting them to follow him.
Harry found himself in a room with a computer after a run through a few floors of the hospital. The room was only lit by the light from the hallway and the computer monitor. On the back wall there was a whiteboard.
Martha informed the Doctor and Harry that the Judoon were on the third floor while the Doctor pointed a glowing buzzing cylinder at at the computer.
"What is that thing?" Martha asked.
"A sonic screwdriver," the Doctor said, still pointing the sonic at the computer.
"What's it do?" Harry asked, cutting off whatever Martha was about to say. "Sorry." Harry apologize for interrupting her.
"It's fine," Martha said before the Doctor answered Harry's question.
"It works best with electronics," the Doctor explained. "Goes through files and codes. It also has a scanning function. Works on everything. Well, just about everything. I still can't get it to work on wood."
"I could have used one of those earlier this summer," Harry said.
Harry jumped as the Doctor slammed his hand against the computer.
"The Judoon locked down the system," the Doctor said as he rubbed his hand through his hair, making it stick up even more.
"You didn't come here because you felt ill, did you?" Harry asked the Doctor, remembering the man's confusion about how he felt.
"No," The Doctor admitted. "I was just passing through. I mean, I've been looking for, well, that's not important, but it wasn't for trouble. But I just noticed plasma coils around the hospital so I thought I'd see if it was coming from inside and checked myself in. It ended up being the Judoon."
"So they're looking for someone like you?" Martha asked. "An alien that can pass as a human?"
"Yes," The Doctor said. "Good job putting things together! It's not me, but I'll still be on the suspect list if I'm scanned."
"Don't they know what the alien looks like?" Martha asked.
"They might know what they looked like when they commited a crime," The Doctor said. "But if they're a shapechanger it won't do much good." He once again changed topics. "Oh, they're thick! The Judoon didn't just lock the system, they completely wiped it!"
"What were you scanning for in it?" Harry asked.
"Anything abnormal," The Doctor said. "Someone who came in within the past week with strange symptoms or injuries."
"There was a man admitted this morning," Martha said. "He was missing a large portion of skin on his side without any surrounding skin damage. One of the nurses was talking about him. Something Black."
"It's not him," Harry jumped up from the desk he was leaning against. "That's just Sirius, my god father. The only thing he's doing right now is laying around like a pile of bricks and sleeping."
"It was only a suggestion," Martha put her hands out in front of her. "I can go talk to Mr. Stoker and see if he knows of anyone else."
Martha left the room leaving Harry and the Doctor together in it. Harry stared at the man who was typing on the computer and periodically using the sonic screwdriver on it.
"If I could just find a backup file," The Doctor mumbled under his breath.
"You could try to see if the system has a recently deleted section," Harry suggested as he walked back over to the computer. If he had learned anything from using the library computers it was to never rule out an obvious solution just because it seems too easy.
"That would be nice, but it would never be that simple," Despite his words, the Doctor began doing what Harry suggested anyway. "There's no way that the Judoon would forget to delete it off of- Oh. Oh! Harry, you're right! There it is."
The Doctor pointed his sonic screwdriver at the screen as names and files flashed by.
Harry read and absorbed the information as it appeared. He guessed that the Doctor must be able to read about the same speed that he could because no human would be able to read that fast.
"Come on, Harry," The Doctor said as he ran out of the door.
Harry ran after him. He wasn't sure where they were headed, but he could assume that it was after Martha. Even if it wasn't, the Doctor hadn't steered him wrong yet.
After running for about a minute, Harry's assumption turned out correct. The Doctor stopped without warning as Martha came out of a room. Harry had to stop before he slammed into the tall man for the second time that day.
"We found the files," The Doctor said.
"There's no need for that now," Martha's eyes were wide. "I found her."
Before any of them could share any more information about the alien the Judoon were looking for, the door that they were standing next to was broken open from the other side. A humanoid creature wearing all leather and a motorcycle helmet came through.
"Run!" The Doctor yelled.
Harry had to agree that getting away from the leather man was a good idea and sprinted down the hall like his life depended on it. In all actuality, his life most likely did depend on it.
Author's Note: Hello again my fantastic readers! I managed to update this story within a week of the last update! Can you believe it? This chapter was originally going to include all of Smith and Jones, but it was getting too long so you'll get the rest of it in the next update. This first part was very similar to the episode but in the next part, there will be some divergence.
Don't you all miss Sirius already? He's no fun when he's in a coma.
Oh, and the Doctor's in this chapter too. I guess that that's a bit of a big deal. Do you all know how difficult it is to watch an all day Duck Tales marathon and then try to write dialogue with the Tenth Doctor in it? I kept writing something and going back to read it and thinking, "What the heck? This isn't something the Doctor would say. Where would I get that idea?" and then realizing that the answer is that it's something Scrooge McDuck would say instead. But I got through it and I think everyone is mostly in character in this chapter.
Please Review! I worked on this pretty much everyday this week to get this chapter out now.
Thanks again!
-Aniala (catz4444)